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Life is beautiful. Really, it is. Full of beauty and illusions. Life is great. Without it, you’d be dead. – Soloman, Gummo – 1997

Every now and again I find myself craving a good cult film. The type of obscure cult film that only exists in the far reaches of the internet. The type of film that leaves you shook and not always in the good way. Where you can’t decide if the film is artistically brilliant or horrendously horrible. Most of the time, it’s both and that seems to be the case with Harmony Korine’s 1997 classic – Gummo.

It’s rare that I have the opportunity to watch a horror film in my boyfriend’s office/home theater, since he is prone to anxiety and not a horror fan. Lucky for me, Boyfriend was out and I was able to take advantage of this rare opportunity. Boyfriend’s office boasts pristine surround sound, complete darkness and an impressive screen. I can’t remember why he wasn’t home, maybe it was the same sick day that lead me to watch I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House. Anyway, it was a good day for a horror film and this time I did my research.

I love a good haunting themed horror movie when I am sick. I don’t know what it is, but if I am couch bound with a nasty cold a good haunted house film just soothes my soul. Maybe it’s the slow steady pace or the quiet sounds, the satisfaction of putting the spirit to rest in the end or the thrill of figuring out the mystery of why the house is haunted in the first place. Either way – wrap me in a blanket, hand me a cup of hot herbal tea and give me a good haunting on any sick day.

It was a sick day that lead me to stumble upon Oz Perkins’ Netflix horror film I am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House. Netflix has been stepping up their horror game recently and the prospect of a Netflix original horror film was intriguing. Not to mention, the artwork was gorgeous and elegantly surreal

One of the best parts of being a financially stable adult in a DINK (Double Income No Kids) relationship is the ability to throw money at frivolous things that bring you joy and there are few things in this life that bring me more joy than Baby Groot.

I rarely go see horror films in theaters. I think there is something to be said for sitting in a dark room, alone with a good horror flick. You experience your own fear, in your own way, without the influence of nervous laughter, or ambient theater noise, because that’s what a good horror movie is, an experience.

What motivated me to see Raw in the theater was it’s limited release, coupled with the buzz it’s been generating online. Four awards including the Citizen Kane Award and Cannes. Audiences vomiting and fainting in theaters. Heralded as “gruesome nightmare fuel” barely skirting an NC-17 rating and the only plot reveal was something about a coming of age story, paired with cannibalism. I was intrigued and the moment it hit my local indie theater, I had my ticket.

I am not a huge binge watcher, sitting in front of the TV for days at a time to consume a series in it’s entirety is not something that I particularly enjoy doing. However, exceptions are always made for Netflix/Marvel collaborations. From Daredevil, to Jessica Jones, to Luke Cage, I would stop the world to binge on anything Netflix would put out and never be disappointed…until now. Continue reading “#NotMyIronFist – Heroes”→

So, my birthday is coming up, and as a surprise my boyfriend decided to buy me a Nintendo Switch. Before I describe my extreme level of excitement in receiving this gift, I should make it known that it has been 8 years since I have owned a next-gen console. I have been contentedly gaming on my Xbox 360 since 2004, and lost my beloved PS3 in a divorce. Long story short, I was pretty psyched. I had read next to nothing about The Switch, other than that they were impossible to find in the wild and outside of my price range, which was enough to deter my interest. I am here to say, that my lack of information about this console, only made unboxing it that much more enjoyable. It was like the day I unboxed my first Nintendo as a kid, a magical experience.

I am a horror fan, like my mother and father before me. It’s been a lonely life, given that 90% of my social circle is very anti horror. They feel it is either too gory, too scary, too intense, or too uncomfortable, basically all the things I love most about horror. This has lead to me exploring my horror movie fandom in private, surfing the streams for the next shocker. It hasn’t been all bad, streaming media channels have greatly improved their horror collections in recent years. In some cases, they are the best place to find new horror that is too graphic for theaters, however, there’s always that one film that gets all the buzz online, wins at all the festivals, but never makes it to theaters or to streaming. I can sometimes catch it on Red Box, but I have to be vigilant because it comes and goes so quickly, it is easy to miss it.